“Hmm!”

“To think such a thing…”

Isla and Count Elven trembled with widened eyes. The story they heard from the king, who was supposedly revived after seven years, was truly shocking.

“The Shadow Brotherhood…”

“Have you heard of them?”

Isla muttered quietly, and Raven followed up with a question.

“Yes, my lord. However, unlike the Grey Outlaws, they do not receive commissions for general assassinations and kidnapping requests. As such, little is known about them, including their structure, composition, and the location of their base.”

“So are you telling me that they are a high-class assassin organization?”

“That is correct. Since there is so little known about them, I am unsure as to their works. However…”

“Our Raccoon Mask will be able to find out more about them.”

“Yes.”

Isla responded with a grin when Raven mentioned Vincent.

“Anyways. Your Majesty Pendragon, isn’t the client more of an issue compared to the organization itself? Margrave Mirin? Should we not inform His Majesty the Emperor of this fact and make it public?”

This was an unprecedented situation. A margrave was a unique title possessing status equivalent, or even slightly greater than high lords. Such an esteemed figure had commissioned...